Friday night, February 9, 2024, begun at 8: 46 p.m. and completed at 9: 20 p.m.
Two Raleigh Police Cruisers tracking us, then two more appearing throughout the day yesterday, riding right across
from us, conveying the obvious message of intimidation,
yet I was led to think the following, expressed with a clarity
to Kim while driving: "Two cop cars, and two violent assaults
on my person in Raleigh still uninvestigated, now ten (10) years later; plus two more for the two times I have been
hit by cars while on Raleigh crosswalks on Buck Jones
Road, and soon after on Hillsborough Street last year almost immediately after I was deliberately and seriously injured upon entering a Go Cary bus on May 4th,13 stitches needed to close a gaping wound to my right forearm, no police investigations following in any of these four cases—just the opposite, all these crimes having been covered up by the Raleigh Police. This
is the symbolism in all of this to me despite police attempts
to harass and intimidate us today, make us feel their presence up close, their dirty-dirty-criminal-cop smell way up close.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem